The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Her garden is small but she is very richly decorated.

In order to smash the four seasons, Qing Yafeng even helped her set up a glass flower house.

The snow outside is still falling, it seems that it has not stopped overnight.

Tong Yan didn't sleep at all last night, her head was groggy, and the pace of walking was slow.

Stuffed his head, he sang a few yawns while walking, opened the door of the glass flower house and walked in. He was just about to break off his nearest rose, and the corner of his eye was cold and attracted by a small black outside the iron gate.

It seems to be the corner of the coat, because it has been stained with snow, it has become black and white.

Tong Yan fixedly stared at the black watch, and the hand that picked the rose was stabbed by the flower.

Her chest seemed to be gently tapped by something, staring at the corner of the dress and watching it for a while, and last night’s mood of a night, like a cloud suddenly burst into the sun. The body shook and slowly stood up.

Not far from the doorway, a figure slowly walked out from behind the door, her eyes fixed on her direction, and the man's gaze glimpsed her face, observing her reaction.

His gaze is very direct, and he does not hide his face and looks at her. The inquiry in the eyes is very obvious.

Tong Yan stared at him for a few seconds, and reacted to what he was looking at. Her face was slightly messed up and seemed uncomfortable.

However, the distance between the two was separated, and Shi’s place was not captured.

Tong Yan was only stunned for a minute or two, and his face returned to calm.

Suddenly it did not exist, calmly picked a small bouquet of roses in the greenhouse, and she returned to the hall.

The flowers originally placed on the coffee table were taken out and replaced with fresh ones, and the room was arbitrarily packed. She then turned to the kitchen.

Take out the bread that I bought yesterday, find a bottle of yogurt in the refrigerator, and make a simple breakfast.

While holding the bread, she sat in the living room with her own textbook. At seven o'clock, she took the book and walked out of the villa.

Shi Yanyang was still standing outside, did not harass her, did not bring any inconvenience to her life, quiet as his character.

"Early, Mr. Shi!" Tong Yan opened the door and greeted him with a sigh of relief. He did not look at him.

Shi Yanyang's brow wrinkled and faintly corrected. "I prefer to hear your name!"

"Your preferences have nothing to do with others." Tong Yan no expression retorted.

She seems to be very arrogant at any time, not a noisy, noisy, a fluttering sentence, but often refuted that people are speechless.

Shi Yanyang deeply sank and breathed several times, and did not care about this problem with her.

"I am sending you to school!" Reaching out, trying to take the book in her hand, Tong Yan turned around and dexterously avoided his movements.

Her reaction was very quick, and Shi Yanyang’s hand stretched out in the air, and he seemed to squat.

"No, here I am more familiar than you!" Tong Yan hands up the book, and quite a back ridge continues to walk his own way.

Shi Yuyang stood stiff and stood still, and his hand still seemed to have not recovered from her reaction.

Tong Yan step by step is still step by step, still walking forward, took a few steps, thinking about whether he was here all night last night, the steps under his feet suddenly slowly stopped.